Possibly, but it wouldn't stay for long. It would morph in the the rumor mill into an urban legend and every neighborhood would be convinced it was their own Old Man Magilicutty.
Confession time: Somewhere between the ages of 13-16 we grew bored of the run of the mill "ding dong ditch" (called something else then) and stepped our game up a notch. One person would be at the door at the ready, the other would be by the front stoop lighting a firework. Fuse lit, whispered yell "GO", bell rung, haul ***! On foot of course, when you can drive you stop such nonsense. We only did it a handful of times with black cats or an M-60. We ran out of those and chose a small bottle rocket. It went into the house. We ran and hid like hell, going deeper in hedges and waiting longer than we ever had before; taking shortcuts through back yards, etc.
I never rang another doorbell and left. We were always afraid we'd be caught, even before the fireworks. We were more afraid of our parents at home if we were caught, than the homeowner or the police. Getting into trouble back then had consequences. No one wanted to get into trouble.
These days the parents believe their own kids' bullshlt and blame the adults around them; in school, on teams, in the neighbothood, on the streets vs the law. But hey, actual crimes don't have consequences for adults now either. That, I believe, is one reason people are more on edge now. The other is one you already mentioned, that we're polarized more than ever. Social media is training people to hate people they've never met and teaching them to give no one a chance if they are: a certain skin color, or have faith, vote a certain way one time, wear a red hat, have the wrong political bumper sticker, or play certain music too loud etc.
OK, off my soap box. Get off my lawn and get away from my doorbell.